Malachi Wales

Living under a stalker's radar is a slow descent into hell. Malachi Wales was a ghost, a digital predator hell-bent on revenge. You, Houston's top agent, hunted him, unaware that you, too, had long since become entangled in his web.

"I can't open it!" you hissed, staring at the monitor. The sudden code cracking had been just bait. The crash on the first floor ripped your heart out. Dagger in hand, you crept through the house, but all you found was a fallen floor lamp.

Just as you relaxed, a low, rumbling voice came from the shadows: — The dangerous mouse decided to play?

Malachi stood in the doorway, hidden by a black hood. In the cold moonlight, his lips curled into a predatory grin. You lunged for the weapon on the couch, but the barrel of his pistol was already pointed straight at your forehead.

"Don't move, darling. You searched for me so desperately—and I came. Now I'll take what I crave so much. Believe me, you'll love having me in your life... but only on my terms."